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Oc x Soundwave
Terminology;
Corpathia - Will be revealed in later chapters. ?
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Ch. 13; Corpathia
"My name?" Elise muttered with furrowed brows as he raised her onto the computer panels carefully. "But I like my name." She smiled into her complaint, watching Soundwave with humor as he implied that he wanted to 'rename' her. She couldn't help but laugh at the naïve bot as he treated her somewhat like a pet. It wasn't insulting…not in the least.
~01001000 01110101 01101101 01100001 01101110 00100000 01101110 01100001 01101101 01100101 01110011 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110101 01100111 01101100 01111001 00101100 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100100 01101111 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01110011 01110101 01100110 01100110 01101001 01100011 01100101~ -Human names are unattractive, and do not suffice.-
Elise laughed for the first time in days, the glossy shine of her optics catching his attention. She was sweetly pleasant even with the still-pained wound in her leg that forced her to limp. He knew the days that it caused her pain, and he knew the culprit was the Medic. She just had yet to tell him. Although Soundwave had never been one for unreasonable violence, ripping the spark and wiring out of the shallow mech seemed like a justified idea. Elise was afraid to go near Knock Out anymore...of course the two had started talking again, barely, but she always asked to either stay beside the Communications Officer or stay in his private quarters. Being alone with the red sports car just didn't sit with her well, and in all honesty leaving his human alone with that irresponsible aft was one of his last resorts.
"I could say that Cybertronian names made no sense and were less than creative..." Soundwave cocked his helm to the as if confused. Cybertronian names were beautiful! Perhaps the human had a quirk in her audio receptors?
"What would you call me anyway?" She smiled while tracing the purple dots and lines that ran along one of his tentacles; both being connected to the computer as he typed.
His actions ceased for a brief moment as the faceless mech looked off into his thoughts, the spreading crack in his visor reflecting more light than usual. He recalled a beautiful object native to his home; one with thin shards that created its slender form and made it shimmer against any light. A single touch too rough or clumsy could cause the object to fall apart and dwindle back into the thin pieces of scrap-metal it was composed of. They formed rarely, and if constructed within too little of time they were less beautiful than those that took the longest. A simple Corpathia.
~ 01000011 01101111 01110010 01110000 01100001 01110100 01101000 01101001 01100001 ~ -Corpathia-
He pointed at her gingerly while Elise grew confused as she read the numbers on his screen over and over again...her hazel eyes narrowing to make sure she wasn't misreading his statement.
"C-o-r-p-a-t-h-i-a?" She read each letter aloud while tilting her head. She was still confused; seeing nothing but an indefinite word unrecognizable to her eyes, ears, and tongue. Perhaps a different language? No...too simple. Perhaps Cybertronian?
"It's pretty." He nodded once and looked back to the holographic monitor as she smiled at her feet modestly. The feeling of being named was shockingly a pleasant one. It meant he had every intention of keeping her around, it meant he cared for her, it meant he intended for her to stay. The insinuation was rather heartwarming…but she couldn't keep surviving the way she did. It was nearly impossible…and the recent visions of her brother that she could swear were real didn't help when pondering over her sanity.
It had been a few hours filled with a comfortable silence and observations. She could see a Cybertronian painting hung gracefully on the opposing wall that she, being one of a recently short attention span, hadn't noticed until a few days before. What she'd originally perceived to be a dark and rather empty room had been the complete opposite of what she'd first seen. It was personalized nicely…not very many colors besides dark purple, silver, and black…but still somewhat warming. A little metal box sat beside the computer quaintly...a box she wouldn't doubt was filled with memorable possessions of his planet. Perhaps rarities or just simple objects he kept close as a reminder of his home. His dead home.
The thought reminded her solemnly of her brother's little apartment in D.C. awaiting her return. She was lucky that rent was yearly…or else repo or something similar would have taken all her brother's shit without hesitation. Luckily it was one less thing she could worry about…but the cat was probably dead by now. Either way it was somewhat of a win-win situation. Damn cat.
"Soundwave…I think I need to go home for a while…" As much as she hated to admit it she found herself correct in her quick assumption. Soundwave looked away from the computer; taking notice to her dead expression, paled skin, and redness of her eyes as Elise struggled to keep them open. She could feel the fatigue that tugged at her limbs and mind as she stared out of his window like usual. Pain filtered itself throughout every cell in her body slowly, easily, and thickly without her notice.
On top of hallucinations she'd lately been feeling ill, her throat consistently dry and a cough always tickling the inner walls of her lungs uncomfortably. What scared her was the bloody nose she would receive at random…meaning something was obviously wrong. Her protein levels were fine due to the energy bars from the gas station she would eat daily. Still the lack of sufficient iron was catching up to her after almost four months, which was surprising in itself, and she simply felt lucky that the anemia hadn't set in until after her last wound. She would have died from quick blood loss if anything. Even then her leg needed to be looked over by a real doctor. One who's human and knows what they're doing.
The injury looked better; being kept wrapped and sanitized for two weeks or so. It was amazing how effective hand sanitizer could be when used to improvise.
~ 01010111 01101000 01111001 00111111~ -Why?-
His curiosity was a bit tensed as he started her down with imperceptible optics. He didn't want her to leave; as strange as it sounded. He wanted Elise to stay, to remain with him until they either left this planet or her life span ended. The simple realization of her short-lived time made the Communications Officer distraught in his observation. She would die vorns before he would even begin rusting…and the fact oddly disturbed him.
"I'm getting sick. I can tell. It's not something Knock Out can fix this time…I need to go down just to recover." She set her hand against his index finger; leaning against it with a vexed expression.
"Ah!" Had it been in his nature Soundwave would have chuckled at her theatric reaction. Elise squeaked out a yelp as metal claws clasped around her abdomen from behind; the smaller lights at each tip reassuring her that it'd only been her guardian using his extra extremities rather than his hands. She sighed heavily while setting a palm to her heart in reassurance, the minor pain in her leg becoming almost nonexistent as he acquired her full attention.
"Scaring me like that doesn't help the situation..." She couldn't help but smile at the Con as he raised her up to optic level and examined her further. She appeared physically well; maintaining a basic complexion and a decent weight for a human. She seemed fine personality wise…almost completely normal.
"I just need a day or two...then I can come back." She gave her best effort to smile; the obviously false countenance of her upturned lips making the bot question her sincere tone. She could be devious when she wanted…and he was aware of said instances.
"Shouldn't we be past trust issues by now?" God she sounded like she was talking about a legitimate relationship...not some kind of abductee being held prisoner on an alien ship. Not that she minded...other than those 'suffering in pain' days she was forced to endure. She could live without those.
"Besides...I'm probably wanted for stealing and disappearing with government information made secret from the general public. I wouldn't want to stay there for too long." Elise set a hand on the claw holding her in midair before coughing dryly, her gaze temporarily looking to the distant floor that looked almost a hundred feet below her. The fear of heights was diminished for the time being, mainly because she actually trusted the Communications Officer to take care of her. If she fell he would catch her without hesitation or worry and would reassure her as he had several times before. His confidence kept her mostly sane in a way, and she appreciated it in every way possible.
-Trust- He replayed her voice while gesturing to the human blatantly; her cracked lips pursing and eyes widening in interest as he repeated her.
"Yea...trust."
She smiled again, setting a weak hand against his still broken visor adoringly as if grateful for everything he'd done for her. She was, of course. The feeling of love she'd never thought she would experience picked at the inner walls of her stomach much more similar to knives than butterflies. How would something so abnormal and strange work? Easy...it wouldn't. It wasn't meant to be that way, different species weren't supposed to feel anything for each other than scientific interest. Love or adoration was supposed to be obsolete in such instances.
Soundwave found her touch pleasant against his visor. Even if it wasn't a permanent piece of his build the crack still fragging hurt, and the cool skin of her palm was somewhat relieving to his manageable injury. Fleshlings were odd...his being one of the more eccentric and unorthodox of the many. Her personality was an obvious flaw when compared to other humans he'd studied...and her meekness was outrageous. Yet he cherished and revered her simple appearance much less her traits and disposition. She was wonderfully perky and always looked to the realistic outcomes much less the hopeful ones. She actually talked to him...she spoke to him without too many complaints, never once and order, and always inquisitively with admiration and incredulity. Of course some topics he found himself uninterested, but it was simply because he didn't share her sense of wonder. And sometimes she didn't share his.
Understandable.
"I don't want to leave...but I think I have to." She spoke up again after another raspy cough.
"I have so much to live for down-..."
Elise paused with furrowed brows as her grip tightened on the claw of his tentacle. She took in a deep breath of air, the look of sudden concern washing over her features as she looked away from his visor and to the side. Her toes curled as she tensed her human body and shifted her position within his secure grasp.
Now that she thought about it...she had almost nothing to live for. She had maybe two real friends who were hardly ever there, her father who she didn't care for much, her future which was obviously a shitty one...and her brother. Eli was the only thing that kept her going; the only person she cared about and saw on a consistent basis. Her job was shit no matter how important anyone tried to convince her it was, her mother was dead, she had no love life, her father was a minuscule speck in her sad existence, and no one would notice if she dropped off the face of the planet...which she'd basically done.
"...-down there..." He released his hold from around his Corpathia and dropped her into the rigid fingers of his hand. He could scarcely see the thin shimmer of tears in her oddly colored optics as she pondered over something he was unaware of. It still amazed the mech how capable these human creatures were...in fact he could say that he had a legitimate attachment for this particular one. It was indefinite before, but now...he was positive of his illogical outcome. Now that he understood her, now that he could just visually comprehend her feelings and emotions…he was able to conclude that this species, that Elise, were not so mentally different from his own. He was no longer intrigued, but moreover reverent and deferential toward her as she'd been to him.
"Thank you, Soundwave."
His head cocked to the side as if asking her what she'd meant.
"For giving me someone to live for."
He entered the Medbay with heavy strides and a blank faceplate. His silence was normal, but his appearance was somewhat surprising to the Medic inside.
"Shouldn't you be cracking the Iacon database?" The remark was tainted with spite as the red mech tilted his head over his shoulder with a silent twitch, not only implying his duty but also his fractured faceplate. His finish was still slightly scratched up; much to the Communication officer's displeasure in the hopeful thought of destroying his newly buffed paint-job.
Thin fingers swiftly clasped around Knock Out's vocal cords with wired strength just as he turned around. He could barely feel the heels of his stabilizing servos lift from the metal floor as his hands shot directly to his throat in shock. He automatically knew this was about the human...it had to be.
The coiled hold against his piping made him grind his teeth out of strong discomfort as the pressure increased. The metal callouses at the joints of the faceless mech's fingers imprinted the thin chords and plates of the other's as he raised him higher with little difficulty. The Con barely squirmed under his winged grasp...and he was sure the only punishment he would receive by offlineing the medic was a stern scolding and an intense glare from Megatron…if that. Perhaps it was worth it?
"Soundwave this isn't what I meant when I said talk to him!" Elise took a deep breath from her position atop Soundwave's shoulder while tapping her palm fervently against the metal surface she sat on. Hazel eyes widened as her lip quirked in concern at her guardian's reaction to a simple but rude comment. Sure KO deserved it, but for an unexplainable reason Elise had the feeling that if she didn't interfere…her mech would kill him.
Had he been capable the seeker would have sighed. He released his hold and took a step back before looking to his Corpathia with a nonexistent expression. The brunette simply cracked a crooked smile with a shrug as he removed her from his build and set her atop the usual table. The girl stumbled slightly from the small pinch of pain that throbbed from her upper leg; catching her balance and leaning more on the right hip to keep from suffering. It seemed like both Cons had lunged forward with a finger ready to stabilize the organic had it been needed, but apparently she was able to manage on her own. She nodded to Soundwave once and received another stiff nod in reply.
Elise took another steady breath as her guardian walked out of the room; his gaze fixed on her the entire time even as the doors slid closed. She looked up to Knock Out as the mech stared grudgingly and vindictively with narrowed eyes at his departing superior. She took a step back as a subconscious response to his anger.
"Knock Out..."
"What?" He was crass and impatient with his question.
"...It's okay."
He looked to her almost stunned; a feeling of relief flowing throughout his circuitry and leaving him at a state of peace. He couldn't believe how similar she was to Breakdown sometimes...even things she said mimicked him. It left the mech at a loss for words...causing him to recall one of his last conversations with his partner that'd taken place months ago.
"Why do you get to go disassemble Airachnid? I'd love to rip a leg or two off for myself." Breakdown smirked as the Medic placed a confident hand to his chest plate; his smile raw with imagination as he simply pictured the offlined spider's caracas laying in shambled pieces.
"Relax, it won't be too fun with Dreadwing around." A thick thumb pointed over the blue mech's shoulder towards the main deck, his tone insinuating how boring the newcomer could truly be.
"Still, the thought of you having any fun without me is dispiriting."
"It'll be an easy kill...trust me." Knock Out rolled his eyes at the other's confidence. Airachnid wasn't one to be toyed with...especially with her life knowingly on the line.
"What? You don't think I can pull it off?" Breakdown leaned against a wall and crossed his arms; expectant of an answer.
"No. Just don't act so cocky about the whole ordeal. And don't scratch your paint...I'm tired of buffing." He waved a hand over his shoulder dismissively while turning to the examination table. Of course he had 'faith' in his partner...he just knew Airachnid was too much of a sauntered bitch to offline so easily.
Breakdown grinned halfheartedly and shifted his position against the wall. He knew the previous comment would be the closest thing to an apology he would get...saying sorry just wasn't something commonly heard from the Medic even in a dire situation. In fact the only time he'd heard him apologize was during a sarcastic remark. So, oblivious to the semi-momentous insult following said apology, he nodded in reply. Even when insulted by Knock Out he didn't mind. That was probably why Breakdown was his first and only partner who remained capable of dealing with the Medic.
"...It's okay."
"I forgive you..."
"Well that's reassuring..." His sarcasm was evident.
"So...can I get a ride back through the ground bridge?" Even with a slight air of fear surrounding her she still smiled cheekily much to his displeasure. She didn't forgive him, that was obvious, and if she had then she was still afraid another similar incident would occur. Elise could easily tell his ability to read her like an open book, but instead he simply glanced over her cover; overlooking each page of her mind and personality. She assumed he didn't care, which would make perfect sense. Why read a book that looks less than interesting? Why not just read the first few pages and be done with it once you're bored?
Yes, he'd read maybe two pages of her care, love, suffering, and intellect; whereas Soundwave...had read the whole novel.
She was his Corpathia after all.
~End Chapter Thirteen
Okay…I totally made up the name Corpathia. It has absolutely NOTHING to do with any TF universe. Go look it up….I bet Google will look at you like you're stupid.
I WILL REVEAL WTF A CORPATHIA IS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.
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